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"Lie down." I immediately comply, twisting my body around so I can put my feet up on the bench seat and lie back with my small white towel as a makeshift pillow.
Is it just me, or is it getting hotter in here?
"Play with yourself."
My hands fly straight to my breasts, trying to relieve their heavy ache. I squeeze and massage them with firm hands before turning my attention to the bullets that are my nipples. Pinching them firmly between my thumb and forefinger, I begin to twist them back and forth while tugging them tight. My breathing’s becoming shallower and more laboured. When I manage to catch my breath and prise my eyes open I see Jax smirking at me.
"Fuck yourself."
A soft whimper escapes my lips. I really really want to - I do - but what about people? The other guys? What if there are cameras? I chew the corner of my lip and worry it. Despite my apprehension, my hands are already moving south of their own accord, and a naughty thrill is running through my body.
I plunge my right hand into my tiny bikini bottoms while my left continues to play with my nipples. I'm soon writhing, hips bucking and breath gasping as I furiously rub my clit at Jax’s insistence.
"Don't stop," he says and then with a rush of cold air that sets me alight all over again, he’s gone.
A moment passes and then with another rush of cold air, the door opens, and I let a lusty moan - so glad he’s back - but a startled gasp lets me know that it's not Jax. My eyes snap open, and my hand falters for a moment. My eyes lock onto Rebel’s, and behind him, I see Jax smirking.
I quickly pick up the pace - because Jax said not to stop and I won't. Even as my cheeks flame. Am I embarrassed? Mortified? Turned on?
Rebel slinks past me, giving me a sultry wink - the bulge in his trunks evident - as he disappears into the inner chamber - a second steam room that's too hot for me to handle.
Jax chuckles, and I groan, so turned on.
"You loved that, didn't you?"
"Yes, Sir." I know nothing but honesty will do as my confession is dragged from my reluctant lips.
Jax slides over to me and kneels on the floor beside me, careful not to touch me even though I'm silently begging him to.He reaches over and gently pulls my bikini top back up. For a moment, I'm confused until I feel it. Puzzled, I glance down and notice the jagged bumps in my top. I realise: he’s filled it with crushed ice from the fountain outside.
Before I can catch my breath, I feel him pull my bottoms to one side, and he fills those too. It's breathtaking: Such a sweet bite. So cold it burns. He slowly begins to push some small shards into me, and as they melt with the heat of my pussy, it trickles out to lube my ass.
My hands are moving frantically now; my climax nearing. I can feel it swelling and building up inside me, ready to crash down in a tidal wave. The soles of my feet tingle and my legs are so taut they begin to tremble.
I can't hold back, I'm crying out, begging for release. So close. I'm dangerously close to cumming without Jax’s permission, trying to hold back. All thoughts of being quiet, discreet, to avoid being caught, are long gone from my mind. I'm writhing on the bench, drenched in sweat and ice-cold water, thrashing my head from side to side as I desperately fight it.
"You are such a good girl. Come."
His one-word command is my undoing, and I explode with a scream. I don't know how long my climax is drawn out, but when I come to I see Jax stroking his large hard cock slowly. He looks so satisfied with himself that it makes me flush with pride.
A movement out of the corner of my eye makes me realise that Jax isn’t the only one stroking his cock and enjoying the show. The door to the inner chamber’s open wide and Rebel’s standing in the doorway, slowly masturbating with his eyes glued to my body. It’s such a turn on that I’m almost tempted to call out for him to join us, but the main door opens once again and the other guys' file in.
Quickly, I sit up and adjust myself so that I’m decent, and they all take seats next to and around me, chatting about what we might do tomorrow. The moment’s lost, but it takes a long time for my breathing to return to normal as I sit and listen to Jax and Rebel acting like nothing just happened.
***
That evening we all slob out in the suite in our PJs and order room service burgers. It makes me laugh that we were tucking into fine dining a few hours ago and as lovely as it was, I’m equally happy now having a dirty burger in my sweats. We watch a horrific selection of rom-com films- which Thorn loves - and the guys scoff and take the piss the whole way through.
“Guys, this has been the best day ever. Seriously, thank you,” I tell them as the final credits roll. We’re all filmed out, so we’re debating what to do next.
“You’re welcome, Princess, we thought it would be more memorable than buying you some cheesy valentines plastic shit.”
“Boo,” I pout and tease. “I want it all: chocolates, plastic flowers, cuddly toys and vending machine promise rings.”
“You want ring?” Ace asks eagerly. “I get you ring.”
“Erm, it’s okay...I’m joking Aljaž,” I hastily clarify, scared he’ll get the wrong idea. He actually looks disappointed.
The guys smirk, exchanging knowing glances but don’t say anything. They decide to teach me how to play Canasta. It’s a card game that’s played in teams, and because I make an odd number, I get to sit on Rebel’s lap and play his hands with him. It’s hard to concentrate on the game though with Rebel’s hands on me and his mammoth cock digging in my ass the whole time.
